ACT IV. SCENE I. Enter Gloucester, Clarence, Somerset and Montague. Glo. of this new Marriage with the Lady Gray? OW tell me, Brother Clarence, what think you Hath not our Brother made a worthy Choice? Clar. Alas, you know, 'tis far from hence to France, How could he stay 'till Warwick made return? Som. My Lords, forbear this talk: Here comes the King Flourish. Enter King Edward, Lady Gray as Queen, Pem brook, Stafford, and Haftings: Four ftand on one fide and four on the other. Glo. And his well-chofen Bride. Clar. I mind to tell him plainly what I think. How like you our Choice, That you ftand penfive as half Malecontent? Or the Earl of Warwick, Which are fo weak of Courage, and in Judgment, K. Edw. Suppofe they take Offence without a Caufe: K. Edw. Yes, Brother Richard, are you offended too? Glo. Not I; no: God forbid that I fhould wish them fever'd Whom God hath join'd together. Ay, and 'twere pity to funder them, That yoak fo well together. K. Edw. Setting your Scorns, and your Mislike afide, Tell me fome Reafon, why the Lady Gray Should not become my Wife, and England's Queen? And 'And you too, Somerfet and Mountague, Clar. Then this is my Opinion; Glo. And Warwick, doing what you gave in charge; K. Edw. What, if both Lewis and Warwick be ap peas'd, By fuch invention as I can devife?" Mont. Yet to have join'd with France in fuch Alliance, Would more have ftrength'ned this our Commonwealth, Gainst foreign Storms, than any home-bred Marriage. Haft. Why, knows not Montague that of it felf England is fafe, if true within it felf? Mont. Yes, but the safer, when 'tis back'd with Haft. 'Tis better ufing France, than trusting France. Clar. For this one Speech, Lord Haftings well deferves To have the Heir of the Lord Hungerford. K. Edw. Ay, what of that? it was my Will and Grant, And for this once my Will fhall stand for Law. Glo. And yet methinks your Grace hath not done well, She better would have fitted me or Clarence; Clar. Or else you would not have beftow'd the Heir You You fhew'd your Judgment; Which being fhallow, you fhall give me leave K. Edw. Leave me, or tarry, Edward will be King; L. Gray. My Lords, before it pleas'd his Majefty Do me but right, and you must all confefs, And meaner than my felf have had like Fortune. So your diflikes, to whom I would be pleafing, And their true Soveraign, whom they must obey K. Edw. Now Meffenger, what Letters, or what News from France? Poft. My Sovereign Liege, no Letters, and few Words, But fuch as I (without your special Pardon) Dare not relate. K.Edw. Go too, we pardon thee: What answer makes King Lewis unto our Letters? That Lewis of France is fending over Maskers, K.Edm. Is Lewis fo brave? belike he thinks me Henry, But But what faid Lady Bona to my Marriage? Poft. These were her Words, utter'd with mild Difdain: Tell him, in hope he'll prove a Widower fhortly, K. Edw. I blame not her, fhe could fay little lefs; And I am ready to put Armour on. K. Edw. Belike fhe minds to play the Amazon. But what faid Warwick to these Injuries? Poft. He, more incens'd against your Majefty Than all the reft, difcharg'd me with thefe Words ; Tell him from me that he hath done me wrong, And therefore I'll uncrown him e'er't be long. K. Edw. Ha? durft the Traitor breath out fo proud Words? Well, I will arm me, being thus fore-warn'd: They fhall have Wars, and pay for their Presumption, Poft. Ay, gracious Sovereign, They are fo link'd in Friendship, The young Prince Edward marries Warwick's Daughter. Clarence will have the younger. Now Brother King farewel, and fit you fast, I You that love me, and Warwick, follow me. Glo. Not I: [Exit Clarence, and Somerset follows. My Thoughts aim at a further Matter: I ftay not for the love of Edward, but the Crown. [Afide. K. Edw. Clarence and Somerfet both gone to Warwick? Yet am I arm'd against the worft can happen; And hafte is needful in this defp'rate Cafe! Pembrook . Pembrook and Stafford, you in our behalf Go levy Men, and make prepare for War; [Ex. Pembrook and Stafford. But ere I go, Hastings and Montague I rather wish you Foes than hollow Friends. true. Mon. So God help Montague, as he proves Haft. And Haftings, as he favours Edward's Caufe. K.Edw. Now, Brother Richard, will you ftand by us? Glo. Ay, in defpight of all that fhall withstand you. K. Edw. Why fo, then am I fure of Victory. Now therefore let us hence, and lofe no hour, Till we meet Warwick, with his Foreign Power. [Exe Enter Warwick and Oxford in England, with French Soldiers. War. Truft me, my Lord, all hitherto goes well, The common People by numbers fwarm to us. Enter Clarence and Somerfet. But fee where Somerfet and Clarence come; War. Then gentle Clarence, welcome unto Warwick, But welcome fweet Clarence, my Daughter shall be thine And now, what refts? but in Night's Coverture, Thy |